For The Beloved

13/08/2010 § 3 Comments

Beloved,

*Heal Me Again
You are the fountain I seek in this desert land,
Oh Lord, I thirst for You again.
You are the One Who takes away my pain,
Oh Lord, come, and heal me again.
Father in Heaven, come heal this barren land,
Send Your rain to wash clean these hands.
I can no longer stand the guilt and shame;
These tears I cry, they seem to fall in vain.
You can take it away with the touch of Your hand,
Oh Father, when will You come to cleanse me again?
I can feel my life slip through the pages of time,
Come to me now, oh Healer of mine.
Come to Your broken vessel covered in scars;
Make me a priceless treasure, more glorious than the stars!
You are the Creator, the Beginning and the End,
You hold Your children in the palm of Your hand.
One thing I’ve learned is to trust God over man,
Heal me through Your love, I know that You can!
Come in Your glory and in Your splendor,
Then to You alone will I render,
All that I am and all that is mine,
Lord would You tarry to heal one more time?
Jesus come, take my hand,
Take me home to You again.
Lead me through the narrow way,
That I may tell of You another day!


   “I cry out to the LORD with my voice; With my voice to the LORD I make my supplication. I pour out my complaint before Him; I declare before Him my trouble. When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Then You knew my path. In the way in which I walk They have secretly set a snare for me. Look on my right hand and see, For there is no one who acknowledges me; Refuge has failed me; No one cares for my soul.
I cried out to You, O LORD: I said, “You are my refuge, My portion in the land of the living. Attend to my cry, For I am brought very low; Deliver me from my persecutors, For they are stronger than I. Bring my soul out of prison, That I may praise Your name; The righteous shall surround me, For You shall deal bountifully with me.” 
  ~Psalm 142

   “Thus my heart was grieved, And I was vexed in my mind. I was so foolish and ignorant; I was like a beast before You. Nevertheless I am continually with You; You hold me by my right hand. You will guide me with Your counsel, And afterward receive me to glory.
Whom have I in heaven but You? And there is none upon earth that I desire besides You. My flesh and my heart fail; But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
For indeed, those who are far from You shall perish; You have destroyed all those who desert You for harlotry. But it is good for me to draw near to God; I have put my trust in the Lord GOD, That I may declare all Your works.” 
  ~Psalm 73:21-28



Hoping you know you are not alone,
prayerfully yours,
Traci

*From my book, “Finding the Way Home: A Poetic Journey”. Copyright 2003, Don Luebeck Publications. Second Edition, April 2009.

For The Beloved

06/08/2010 § Leave a comment

Beloved,
Today you will find me in the kitchen, bedecked with my red and white gingham apron, ruffle trimmed. The harvest is coming in and we are buzzing around making sure nothing goes to waste. If you listen carefully you will most likely hear the unmistakable sound of my camera’s shutter, snapping photos to preserve moments in time, memories that will be reminisced about for years to come.

Beside me is my shadow, I’m beaming as I call her daughter. The fine art of passing on life skills to my precious inheritance is a never ending joy. We bump into each other, a “Whoa!” is exclaimed, nearly spilling, catching it all and giggling at the ‘close call’. These are the moments that make my mother’s heart swell. A small quiver of lip and a deep held breath holds back the wanting to blubber bittersweet tears. I audibly thank the Lord for His merciful hand and abundant blessings, she hears and I hope the example penetrates deep.

Corn, blueberries, apricots thus far.
Peaches, tomatoes and more on par.
 
Is this really my life? Could this really be true?
Will someone please pinch me, I’m sure once will do.
 
The life of my dreams is now to be had,
I’m really alive, which leaves no room for sad.
 
The Lord has seen fit to bless me with gifts.
May I always be grateful and never throw fits.
 
His hand upon me, I humbly confess,
Is more than I’ve ever dreamt I’d be blessed.

My Savior, my Jesus, my Lord and my King,
Help me to cherish and not squander these things.

PSALM 146 (NKJV)


“Praise the LORD!
         Praise the LORD, O my soul!
 While I live I will praise the LORD;
         I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.
         
 Do not put your trust in princes,
         Nor in a son of man, in whom there is no help.
 His spirit departs, he returns to his earth;
         In that very day his plans perish.
         
 Happy is he who has the God of Jacob for his help,
         Whose hope is in the LORD his God,
 Who made heaven and earth,
         The sea, and all that is in them;
         Who keeps truth forever,
 Who executes justice for the oppressed,
         Who gives food to the hungry.
         The LORD gives freedom to the prisoners.
         
 The LORD opens the eyes of the blind;
         The LORD raises those who are bowed down;
         The LORD loves the righteous.
 The LORD watches over the strangers;
         He relieves the fatherless and widow;
         But the way of the wicked He turns upside down.
         
 The LORD shall reign forever-
         Your God, O Zion, to all generations.
         Praise the LORD!”


Preserving the Blessings of the Lord,

Traci

For The Beloved

19/03/2010 § 2 Comments

Beloved,

Revive my slumbering soul, O Lord, with the sound of Your gentle whisper.
Refresh my weak and weary spirit, O God, with the power of Your Holy one.
Restore my aching body, O Healer, with the bruises of Your very own.
Renew my innermost parts, O Father, with the sweetness of Your tender mercies.
Rekindle my heart’s flame, O Great Jehovah, with the fire of Your passion.

O, Precious Jesus, meet me at the Cross.

 
Most Humbly Yours,

~Traci

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